II CONTEMPTIO VANITATIS MUNDI O miranda vanitas!

o divitiarum
Amor lamentabilis!

O virus amarum
Cur tot viros inficis,

Faciendo carum,
Quod pertransit citius

Quam flamma stupparum.

Homo miser, cogita:

Mors omnes compescit,
Quis est ab initio,

Qui morti non cessit?
Quando moriturus est,

Omnis homo nescit,
Hic, qui vivit hodie,

Cras forte putrescit.

Dum de morte cogito,

Contristor et ploro,
Verum est, quod moriar

Et tempus ignoro.
Ultimum, quod nescio,

Qui iungar choro;
Et cum sanctis merear

Iungi, Deum oro!

II, CONTEMPT FOR THE VANITY OF THE WORLD O vanity most wonderful!

O shameful love of treasure! O poison most deplorable!

Embittering all pleasure!
Why dost infect so many men

By causing to be cherished
That which more swiftly flees away

Than tow whose flame hath perished!

O wretched man, consider well:

All men by death are driven; Who is there from the earliest day

Who not to death is given? Nor knoweth any man the hour

When death shall come with sorrow. Who breathes the breath of life to-day

Decays perchance to-morrow.

The while I dwell on thoughts of death

I mourn with tears and sighing.
'Tis true that I know not the time

Appointed for my dying.
Nor yet, one final thing unknown,

What chorus I'll be swelling;
Pray God among His saints I may

Deserve to find my dwelling.

Iesu, spes poenitentibus to those who repent

Quam bonus te quaerentibus, suking
Sed quid invenientibus? Ito timrewho

Nil canitur suavius
Auditur nil iucundius,
Nil cogitatur dulcius,
Quam Iesus, Dei filius.

Iesu, dulcedo cordium,
Fons vivus, lumen mentium,
Excedens omne gaudium,
Et omne desiderium.